Chapter 59 Esmeralda's Pov

• “You’re a Lycan. A true one. Your mother was of the Wyvern heritage, an extinct race of werewolves but I am a pure blooded Lycan. What flows through your veins is ancient and powerful. Something that sets you apart from the wolves you’ve been living among.”
• I struggled to process what he was saying. “That doesn’t make sense,” I whispered, shaking my head. “If I’m a Lycan, why didn’t I know?”
• Pilate’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “Because I hid you. From them. From the council. From anyone who would dare to use you for their own gain.”